Gay Grandpa Stories Archive

My wife just died. Funny, but I don't remember the funeral. Guess I must have been drunk. I don't remember drinking but I sort of all ways feel drunk. And I suddenly found myself looking at my older men friends in a new light. I have even started having sexy dreams about jacking off with J.D., an old farmer whose farm is adjacent to mine. At least I think it's dreams. I don't seem to be able to think much. It's like I'm in a fog. Hell, I don't even know where I am right now. The room looks strange, like a hospital. I don't know when I came here... I think it was yesterday. What do I remember? I remember some of the other old farmers stopping by to see how I'm doing. Strange, but I felt compelled to take a piss so I can show them my big dick while they were visiting. I remember trips out to the barn looking over my Angus calves. The next thing I know I would have my big dick in my hand and taking a piss. Of course most of the time I couldn't piss....

It was Sunday and I hadn't had any photo sections! Bummer! I was getting nervous as I try to get at least one photo set on the magazine a week. I had done everything possible during the week to drum up some models! I put cards in Tropics and Chardee's and even when to Eddy's pool party hoping that someone might approach me about modeling. No luck! Then suddenly just after breakfast my cell phone rang! Hoping that it was someone wanting to model for the magazine I rushed into the bedroom where I had my phone charging. When the voice on the other end said hello, I knew I was in business. The voice sounded older and deep and quickly told me that he and his friend were in Fort Lauderdale from Arizona and wanted their pictures in my web magazine. I asked their ages. The old man talking to me said he was 70yo and his friend was 74yo. "Great! Where are you staying and when can I come over?" I asked quickly. They were staying in one of the clothes optional guesthouses in ...

Gilbert called my parents and asked if I could come over to help him. He was an elderly retired gentlemen whom my parents had befriended at my church. Since I was desperately in need of spending money and Gilbert was so generous with my older brother, I consented. Spending time with elderly men was not something that appealed to me, but I convinced myself that I could do a good deed and be well paid, too. Much to my chagrin, the air conditioning unit in Gilbert's tiny apartment was malfunctioning. The old man seemed completely embarrassed that cool air was not coming out of the vents. "I've been complaining all day," said Gilbert, "But it seems I'm not the only one complaining." The wispy hairs on his head did not hide his pained expression. In the back of my mind, I started to wonder if Gilbert was expecting my older brother instead. Sure, Gilbert would put his hands on his knees whenever he got a chance, but it was his older brother who bragged about t...